Darkness enshrouded every direction, devoid of a shred of light or the slightest murmur of sound. At present, Yu Ci was a blind and deaf man. Under the domain suppression of his opponent, which already exceeded the True Person level, all his sensory channels were sealed off, and even his perception of his own body grew sluggish.
Once he "forgot" what he looked like, blurring the imprints of his physical body and spirit, the moment of his complete collapse would also arrive. Before that, however, he still had to face the impact of the ghost horde, including that crowned ghost king who looked like trouble at a glance.
Yet how could Yu Ci possibly forget the avatar structure he had built with his own hands? Forget it? Even if he were to dismantle this avatar into tiny shards and grind them down dozens or hundreds of times, he could still "reassemble" it without a single hair's breadth of error.
This was his firm grasp upon his own self.
As for the surging ghost horde, he merely pointed the Seven Star Sword forward. Sword intent surged and ebbed within the darkness, instantly generating an intangible barrier that flowed ceaselessly by the standard of the Flawless Sword Circle.
This move of his was passable enough against those lowest-tier ghost soldiers and pawns, but within the ghost horde, there was no shortage of those at the rank of princes, marquises, generals, and commanders. Under the disparate gap in power, at just the most "slight" contact, the sword circle's defense underwent a deformation bordering on collapse, provided just a tiny bit more force was added...
Right at that moment, however, the dark void twisted violently. Along the frontline of the ghost horde, dozens of ghostly soldiers abruptly burst into flames. Those flames were not